Post by Rune on Feb 11, 2005 16:46:37 GMT -5
Rune had been in the city for only a few days before he was tagged by the public as a hardcore adventurer. People asked him to do a vareity of oddjobs ranging from saving the odd civilian from getting murdered, to being a body gaurd for various people, to slaying the local beast.
Rune was enjoying the payment he recieved. Some gave him lodging, Some gave him uselful information, some gave hima large supply of food, and some even gave him lessons on swordsmanship.
He came across a salesman one day, whom had a group of adventurers of different sorts attention. A quest that paid well in gold. To Rune's surprise it was a herb picking quest in the Darnlan region.
"Here! Here! Ze mission I have for you Today, iz to gather ze hurbs called Dromba Roots. Ze nobles have broken out zin turrible rashies." Vin' Datcha the shop owner would call out.
Rune walked up to the storefront. Placing his pledge on the pledge ledger. Vin'datcha inspected his signature.
"Wutz ziss Chicken Scratch?"
"That is my name." Rune replied irritated by the comment.
"Hmm. Ah! Rune, thatz your name. I dizzent recognize your Vaecon. Vaecon is what your call avren-speak, no?"
Vin' Datcha asked.
"No, Avrens haven't talked in Vaecon since King Vazmal died. King Nepal, created Nezguran- avren writing." Rune answered.
"Look-like chiken scratch to me." Vin' datcha said again handing him a description of dromba root. Rune left snarling at the shop owners disregaurd to his handwriting. After all it has been awhile...
Rune set out the next day towards Dor' Uunda. Halfway towards Dor' Uunda there was a path to the east. Eastward took him to a wide open region speckled with young forest and outcrops. Rune took to the sky. Climbing high into the sky so he could have a good veiw of the area.
Nixhounds roamed the area in packs of four or five. As he flew onward he would see them attack other packs and eat the the losing side. He spotted a small herd of stags. He guessed that they may be eating the dromba roots. The description said they were favored by most of the vegitarian animals in the region.
Rune swooped down, swiftly landing amonst them. The stags scattered quickly and ran in different directions calling in surprise and fright. Rune instantly started scouring the area. He found a small batch of them growing near the stump of a tree. He pulled them out one by one, placing them in his sack.
After he finished collecting them he looked for the stags. They still ran frightened into the horizion. Rune was puzzled momentarily. Usually stags ran about 30 yards and stopped to graze again. These stags however ran like they were being chased by something horrible.
Rune shrugged and turned to launch himself into the sky, back westward to the road. He leaped into the sky beating his wings gracefully. Suddenly he realized a paralizing stink. The stink of the dead. He looked down to see a undead with his axe buried in the ground were Rune once stood.
It moaned loudly as if it was signaling others. Rune wasn't about to find out. He climbed furiously into the sky trying to get out of range of anything that might hit him. To his surprise and utter disappointment. A volley of fire sprang from the surrounding area.
Rune wheeled and doged and banked. A fireball came so close as to singe his talons. He flew onward as fast as his wings could carry him, wincing back the pain. His heart jumped as he heard a feirce warcry.
The plains came alive with knights and warriors. They came charging past him lances aimed at the undead. The scene awed Rune. Bones were broken, heads cast into the sky, skulls smashed, undead hurled aside.
Towards midnight the exashed Rune collapsed at the palace gates gasping for breath and resting on a bench. A gaurd came to him asking what was wrong.
"You there, what ails you?" the gaurd said.
"Undead, they were undead. The knights... *gasp* They were amazing." Rune replied.
"Oy! The charge was today? I missed it! Damn myself!"
The gaurd rumbled as he left kicking the dirt in disappointment.
Rune returned to the house he was staying in. Relating his adventures. He fell asleep on a pelt near the forge. The Next day he awoke grapping his satchel he placed the dromba roots upon the counter...
Rune was enjoying the payment he recieved. Some gave him lodging, Some gave him uselful information, some gave hima large supply of food, and some even gave him lessons on swordsmanship.
He came across a salesman one day, whom had a group of adventurers of different sorts attention. A quest that paid well in gold. To Rune's surprise it was a herb picking quest in the Darnlan region.
"Here! Here! Ze mission I have for you Today, iz to gather ze hurbs called Dromba Roots. Ze nobles have broken out zin turrible rashies." Vin' Datcha the shop owner would call out.
Rune walked up to the storefront. Placing his pledge on the pledge ledger. Vin'datcha inspected his signature.
"Wutz ziss Chicken Scratch?"
"That is my name." Rune replied irritated by the comment.
"Hmm. Ah! Rune, thatz your name. I dizzent recognize your Vaecon. Vaecon is what your call avren-speak, no?"
Vin' Datcha asked.
"No, Avrens haven't talked in Vaecon since King Vazmal died. King Nepal, created Nezguran- avren writing." Rune answered.
"Look-like chiken scratch to me." Vin' datcha said again handing him a description of dromba root. Rune left snarling at the shop owners disregaurd to his handwriting. After all it has been awhile...
Rune set out the next day towards Dor' Uunda. Halfway towards Dor' Uunda there was a path to the east. Eastward took him to a wide open region speckled with young forest and outcrops. Rune took to the sky. Climbing high into the sky so he could have a good veiw of the area.
Nixhounds roamed the area in packs of four or five. As he flew onward he would see them attack other packs and eat the the losing side. He spotted a small herd of stags. He guessed that they may be eating the dromba roots. The description said they were favored by most of the vegitarian animals in the region.
Rune swooped down, swiftly landing amonst them. The stags scattered quickly and ran in different directions calling in surprise and fright. Rune instantly started scouring the area. He found a small batch of them growing near the stump of a tree. He pulled them out one by one, placing them in his sack.
After he finished collecting them he looked for the stags. They still ran frightened into the horizion. Rune was puzzled momentarily. Usually stags ran about 30 yards and stopped to graze again. These stags however ran like they were being chased by something horrible.
Rune shrugged and turned to launch himself into the sky, back westward to the road. He leaped into the sky beating his wings gracefully. Suddenly he realized a paralizing stink. The stink of the dead. He looked down to see a undead with his axe buried in the ground were Rune once stood.
It moaned loudly as if it was signaling others. Rune wasn't about to find out. He climbed furiously into the sky trying to get out of range of anything that might hit him. To his surprise and utter disappointment. A volley of fire sprang from the surrounding area.
Rune wheeled and doged and banked. A fireball came so close as to singe his talons. He flew onward as fast as his wings could carry him, wincing back the pain. His heart jumped as he heard a feirce warcry.
The plains came alive with knights and warriors. They came charging past him lances aimed at the undead. The scene awed Rune. Bones were broken, heads cast into the sky, skulls smashed, undead hurled aside.
Towards midnight the exashed Rune collapsed at the palace gates gasping for breath and resting on a bench. A gaurd came to him asking what was wrong.
"You there, what ails you?" the gaurd said.
"Undead, they were undead. The knights... *gasp* They were amazing." Rune replied.
"Oy! The charge was today? I missed it! Damn myself!"
The gaurd rumbled as he left kicking the dirt in disappointment.
Rune returned to the house he was staying in. Relating his adventures. He fell asleep on a pelt near the forge. The Next day he awoke grapping his satchel he placed the dromba roots upon the counter...
